A whingeing Kiwi at Scarborough

Just come across real crap travel article on Scarborough, in a New Zealand paper. By someone who had meal in and stayed at Grand Hotel, and - though all the way from NZ - evidently didn't make it further from there than the Spa. "Travel" writing without travelling; just woeful. No castle, no North Bay, no town centre; perhaps the poor oaf is unable to get about. More likely, just lazy, and having a bad, bad hair day.Includes:[quote]The northeast seaside town of Scarborough is teeming with deathly pale daytrippers, determined to make the most of the last of what passes for summer....Absence of knotted-handkerchief headgear aside, the comical cliche of the English at the seaside is alive and well.Most people are not on the sand but traipsing shoulder-to-shoulder along the seafront promenade, the kids licking icecreams, their parents sucking fags. You can't smell the sea for the endless fish and chip shops.At the amusement arcades, the holidaymakers pour pennies into machines in the hope of landing a toy worth less than what they had invested five minutes before....Towering above it all, overlooking what would be a beautiful bay if you took away the tack, is the Grand Hotel, a magnificent Victorian building that has hosted luminaries from Winston Churchill to the Beatles.The Grand has seen grander times. These days it's not so much down-at-heel as barefoot, although renovations are said to be in progress....(Queuing and moaning are among the Brits' favourite pastimes: queuing gives them something to moan about and moaning gives them something to do while they're queuing.)[/quote]England: Scarborough fair? Not really, no